Gordon and I walked a long, dark hallway lined on both sides with heavy wood doors. Several had signs hanging on the doorknobs indicating they were occupied. Finally finding one that was vacant, I turned the doorknob and ushered him inside. Closing the door behind me, I turned to face him.
He was still crouched on his hands and knees and had made it to the center of the room. I looked around and noted that there were several items that were of interest. A large x-shaped crucifix was on the opposite wall, fixed with large eye bolts on the ends of each slat of wood.
It was adorned with leather stretched across the surface. Next to it was a console table covered with numerous implements of punishment. In the center of the room was a round platform with a cushion shaped to match set on top. On the ceiling above was an equally large, round mirror fastened in place, the reflection mirroring the mattress underneath.
I led Gordon to the crucifix and motioned for him to stand. He obeyed instantly. Pushing him backward so he was up against the leather-covered boards, I selected two sets of manacles that were hanging on a display next to it. I fastened them to his wrists and ankles and secured the opposite end to the eye bolts at the end of each board.
Gordon’s body was stretched magnificently across the crucifix. I regretted not displaying him that way previously. I was giddy with delight as I selected a small leather device comprised of several straps of leather that circled around and fastened to a longer strip. Setting to work, I wrapped the straps of leather around his cock, fixing them in place with the silver snaps. One longer strap was secured around his scrotum, forcing his organ upward. The cock cage encircled his length a quarter of the way up from the base of his impressive rod. I used my hand to stroke him several times, causing him to stand at full attention. His breaths became erratic and short. I stopped suddenly and traced my fingers across the exposed tip. He groaned behind closed lips as I continued to tease him.
Unable to resist any longer, I lowered myself to my knees in front of his captive frame. He looked at me surprised as I took his penis into my mouth slowly. Licking the tip in circular motions with my tongue as I pushed it farther into my throat. Gordon moaned out loud when the tip pressed into the back of my mouth and I dropped my jaw to allow him to slide all the way in. I drew my mouth up and down on his shaft repeatedly, his member becoming engorged with blood that was unable to return to his body since I had trapped it with the cock cage he now wore.
I continued to tease him with strokes of my mouth and tongue. I smiled up at him as his face took on the mask of a tormented soul. Each time I felt his orgasm near, I stopped short of allowing the pleasure of release. Instead, I allowed him to calm slightly before starting again .
When I finally allowed him to come, he could not help but groan out loud, his hips thrusting forward in attempt to bury himself deeper into my mouth. He shuddered violently as I quickly released the snaps on the cock cage, allowing his full desire to spill into my throat.
When I stood up again to meet his gaze, he was staring at me, a number of emotions behind his eyes. I licked my lips at him, exaggerating the motion in a humorous gesture. I squeezed his cock firmly in my hand and he drew a sharp breath in quickly, creating a hissing sound. He looked a little confused as well as completely spent.
“Are you not satisfied, slave?” I questioned him, looking at him sideways waiting for his reply.
“Yes, Goddess, very much, but,” he paused, calculating his words in his mind before speaking. “I am a little confused, though.” Gordon stopped and looked at me directly, something I was not used to. My slaves never looked me in the eye, unless they were directed.
“And what might that be?” I teased him with my fingers as he attempted to respond.
“It is a curious thing to me. How you used your mouth to pleasure me, I always thought that was a degrading activity for a woman,” he stopped and looked at me inquisitively.
“Ah,” I smiled at this. Now that deserved an explanation. “Well you see Gordon, while many men like to fantasize that they are the one controlling the woman while they press their hard cock into her throat, they are the powerful one…the fact of the matter is, you are putting your most prized organ into my mouth, full of teeth,” I chomped down in a biting motion to emphasize my last point. He jumped slightly at this motion, but appeared to understand. A look of clarity spread across his face.
“I had never looked at it that way,” Gordon simply stated his thoughts.
“Most men do not,” I laughed loudly. It was amusing to me to see a man suddenly realize that, contrary to what the porn industry likes to portray, the act of fellatio actually places the power in the woman’s hands, not the other way around. “Now, you will take care of me,” I stated as I reached up and began to unfasten the manacles that held him up against the crucifix.
“Yes, Goddess,” he followed me toward the round platform and as I lay down, I looked down toward him, now kneeling at the edge of the bed. He appeared to hesitate as he reached toward my pale skin to touch me. His fingers traced the garter straps that held the stocking up on my mid-thigh. I watched him intently as he planted small kisses along my inner thigh, his face finally reaching my pubic bone. He teased my clitoris with his nose, leaving the soft satin fabric in place that acted as a barrier to my womanhood. Waves of excitement made their way toward my pelvis as he reached up and caressed my round breast with one hand. I unfastened the halter strap that held the corset around my neck so he could pull it down and expose my skin. His fingers circling my already aroused nipples.
I drew in a sharp breath as he used his free hand to slide my panties to the side, allowing him full access to the delights beneath. His tongue teased the tip of my clitoris, trailing down then back up again before he sucked it into his mouth and flicked it rhythmically. My hips pressing forward as he did so. I arched my back as he plunged two fingers inside me, a moan escaping my lips as he continued to taunt my growing need. He stroked me from the inside as his mouth closed over my clitoris again and again, sucking and biting it slightly as he did so.
Waves of pleasure overwhelmed me, my hips moving up and down, matching the rhythm of his fingers. When my orgasm came, I grabbed the back of his head and forced his face into me. He moaned into my pussy, his lips vibrating on my clitoris as I shuddered with my release. He raised his eyes to mine, I knew by the look on his face, Mr. Gordon Roth was truly mine. I propped myself up on my elbows as he leaned back, he was obviously pleased with himself. My fluids glistened on his upper lip and parts of his cheeks.
I stood up silently and returned my corset to its previous position. I used my hands to smooth my hair and make sure there was no evidence of pleasure on my clothing. When I was ready, I fastened the lead back onto his collar and marched him out of the room toward the great hall. I was pleased with his performance. Gordon Roth knew his way around a pussy that’s for sure. He would be rewarded in time.
The rest of the evening was not as eventful. When we returned to the VIP area, Mistress Liliana had taken John to the play area in the center of the hall and secured him to the eyebolts using silk bondage ropes. Several onlookers cheered each time she struck him soundly on the rear with the paddle she held in her delicate hand. John winced, visibly struggling to maintain his composure as she continued to punish his flesh. He was not forced to wear the ball gag this time, leading me to believe he had behaved somewhat this evening. Low groans came forth from his mouth as Liliana grabbed a fistful of his dark curls and forced his head up to look at her.
When I reached my throne and took my place at the head of the room once again, Gordon Roth crawled on top of the pedestal and fixed his position. He crouched on top, sitting back on his heels, allowing him to rest his legs a little. I snapped my fingers and an attractive male servant appeared. I whispered in his ear and he scurried off toward the bar. I watched as Mistress Liliana continued her spectacle and landed one final blow before ceasing her movements. John’s head hung down, he was panting in attempt to catch his brea
th.
I traced my fingers down Gordon’s head and continued down his neck and across his shoulders. Goose pimples erupted instantly at my touch and Mr. Roth shivered with my touch. He looked down slightly, eyes nearly closed completely as my fingers found their way down his back to his firm buttocks. I planted several quick swats with the flat of my hand, mostly for the noise it made, not necessarily to cause him any pain.
The servant returned, his tray holding two crystal glasses. One with cold, clear water. The other, a gin and tonic, a slice of lime had been perched on the rim of the glass and a small straw emerged from the top. I took the glasses and set mine down on the end table next to me. I turned back to Gordon and offered him the other glass. He reached forward with his hands and wrapped them carefully around the cold glass. Mr. Roth tilted his head back and took several greedy swallows before lowering his head and removing the edge of the glass from his lips .
We enjoyed the rest of the evening. Several slaves were marched through the VIP area by their masters and mistresses. They were paraded in front of us in attempt to gain approval. Each new master-slave set that came through attempting to outdo the showmanship of the last. I watched on in amusement until I noticed that Mistress Liliana and John had returned to their places. I glanced at Liliana, who still wore the look of a child opening their new toys on Christmas morning. Her eyes twinkled with delight. John knelt on his perch and cast his eyes down, sweat had matted his curls to his head. Liliana reached over and patted his forehead, cheeks and neck with a soft, terry cloth towel. He sighed visibly, his shoulders raising then falling as she touched him with such care.
Master Jason appeared vaguely interested in the parade of slaves that were being displayed for our approval. He twirled a flog around in his hand, watching the straps of leather circle around in the air, chasing after each other. His face was a mask of boredom. When he noticed me looking at him, he tilted his head toward me and smiled. I reached out and patted his arm, returning his jovial expression before I turned my attention back to the crowd of people.
After the show, we engaged in light conversation. Master Jason making sure I was aware of the next main event taking place at the Red Velvet Room. In a few weeks, there was to be a masquerade ball. Many masters and their slaves would be present, adorned in all manner of leather, lace and metal accents. He assured me it would be a fabulous time and continued to describe the event until I agreed to return. Jason tipped his head in Gordon’s direction and stated that he would really enjoy having this slave a public spectacle at the ball. Stripped naked and punished heartily for the entire room to appreciate.
I abruptly realized something sinister. Master Jason, in reality, is Gordon Roth’s main competitor. He fought him in court on numerous occasions and often lost to Jason Slater, his defeat reverberating through our office for weeks. I turned to Jason, my eyes wide, could it be that he had been the one to invite Gordon to this place? He was the reason that Mr. Roth had breached my kingdom and I was slowly realizing that it was intentional.
For years I complained about him to Jason, I had given him the blow-by-blow on several occasions on how Mr. Roth treated me in the office. This was his way of getting even with him. One, for being a pain in the ass in court and the other for being a pain in my ass. Oh Jason, how could you think this would be a good thing? My thoughts raced as I pondered my new realization.
Master Jason looked at me curiously, raising his shoulders, his hands facing upward toward the ceiling. I glared at him. I was a little upset, but I did realize that he was right, it was a glorious sight to behold. Mr. Roth groveling before me in a position of complete submission. He chuckled at my piercing stare.
“So now you know,” he somehow knew my thoughts. He responded to my look by clapping his hands together gleefully, reminiscent of Mistress Liliana’s giddy school girl routine. His wide shoulders moving up and down with each guffaw. “Paybacks are a bitch, or in this case, Gordon Roth has become your bitch!” Jason fell over laughing, leaning on one arm of his throne to support himself .
I was beside myself in disbelief. It was too late now, the stage has been set, but I was still a little irritated with Jason for creating such strife in my life. Although it eventually worked out to my advantage, initially, it had been more than shocking to watch Gordon Roth enter my world that I felt secure and protected in. My great mentor had masterminded the whole thing and I was now dancing with the devil because of him. It was risky to even engage in these behaviors, many people looking down on us as though we are deviant, sex-fiends. What the “norms” do not realize is that we are like everyone else, we just have a different way of dealing with the stress of everyday life. Some people drink, some people do drugs. We play in an arena not for the faint hearted. Now, Gordon Roth was set up to play his part in my kingdom.
A slave that would rival all others.
As the evening wound down, Mistress Liliana and I took our leave. She kissed Master Jason on either cheek and hugged him before stepping back and allowing me to do the same. As I leaned in to embrace my friend and mentor, he whispered in my ear. “Use the gift I have given you wisely,” when he leaned back from my ear, his face was serious. Without any further statements, I knew what Jason had meant. I was to be careful always that Gordon Roth never discover who I really am. As long as I could pull it off, he would remain mine to toy with.
That thought I could definitely handle.
-27-
I spent the next few weeks riding the line between work and play. During the day, I faced Gordon Roth as Leila King, his Executive Assistant. I concentrated on maintaining my poise and control, though his demeanor was much softer. It was as though his mind was constantly somewhere else. Some evenings I spent alone, gathering my thoughts and preparing myself to continue to play on both sides of the fence. The others were spent with Gordon Roth, handing out punishments for any little thing he had done during the work day that had annoyed me.
In order to spend more time together, without the prying eyes of others constantly at our backs, Gordon had opted to rent expensive hotel rooms for us to carry on our activities. He insisted on only the best, declaring this to me over and over again. No Motel 6 for Goddess, five star is all that would suffice. I carried my implements to each rendezvous in a large, black duffle bag that appeared to be luggage at first glance. I spent many nights working him over, leaving my mark behind on his skin. Afterward, I would rub hemp seed oil into his taut skin to soothe the welts and redness I left behind. When we finished, I simply packed my devices back into my bag and left no evidence of naughtiness behind.
On one particular evening, Gordon Roth had asked me to meet him at the Wyndham in Downtown. I had packed my bag of delights, dressed myself in the finest corset and garter belt combination I had, and made my way to the finest hotel in town. Instead of being inside one of the rooms and messaging me where to go, Mr. Roth stood on the curb when the cab I had opted to take pulled up in front of the tall, high-rise building. He looked nervous and excited at once.
When he saw me approaching, a broad smile worked its way across his face, eyebrows rising slightly in delight. He opened the door for me, allowing me to exit and handed the cab drive two twenty-dollar bills. Much more than the ride had actually cost. The cabbie grinned at him and thanked him numerous times before rolling up the window and pulling away from the curb .
Instead of entering the hotel, Mr. Roth whistled loudly toward the limousine that was parked a few feet from us. It slowly crept forward and Gordon reached to grasp the door handle. I was apprehensive to enter his personal car, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. I wondered what he was up to and in order to find out, I would have to play along. For now.
We drove away from the Wyndham and merged onto the 101 freeway. I noticed that we had taken the route that the enormous green sign informed drivers they were headed toward the beach. Mr. Roth sat staring out the window, a look of excitement on his manly features.
Although I was dying to know, I did
not ask. Rather, I enjoyed the classical music that oozed from the speakers behind our heads. When we stopped in front of a tall, newer building a few blocks from the ocean, I was overwhelmed with the sight.
The building was positioned to face the ocean on one side, the mountain range looming in the background on the other side. Darkened windows made their way up to the top floor, some twenty or so stories up. Poised on top of the building was one long, continuous window.
Obviously a pent house intended for the best of the best. Gordon Roth got out of the car when it had come to a full and complete stop.
Still smiling, he reached his hand out to me. I grasped it and used it to pull myself from the limousine. Over one shoulder, I had placed the strap of my duffle bag, which Gordon promptly removed and placed over his own shoulder. We walked toward the building and inside the large, glass entry.
The lobby was cold, but very well-decorated. Large vases with beautifully arranged flowers were placed around the room on tables that appeared every ten feet, give or take. The elderly woman at the counter glanced up at us as we entered, waving absently toward Mr. Roth as we made our way across marble floors toward an elevator on the other side. We stepped inside and I watched Gordon press the button for the top floor, followed by a pin number authorizing access to that location.
When the elevator doors closed, I felt the familiar tickle in my belly as we began our journey to the top of the building. It took what seemed like forever, Mr. Roth a bundle of nervous energy as he shifted from one foot to the other. He was looking up slightly as if that would cause the elevator to get to our destination faster. I felt the space slow to a crawl then finally stop and the doors chimed as the slid open on their track.
Gordon Roth looked at me, silently imploring me to exit the elevator. The sight took my breath away when we emerged from the tiny tin can we had ridden to the top of the attractive building. The penthouse apartment was like those you see in the movies. Ceiling to floor windows gave us an uninterrupted view of the Pacific Ocean, stretching away from us to infinity, and beyond. The setting sun cast its last light on the waves, causing it to sparkle like thousands of diamonds were flowing with each movement of the tide.
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